My Mother. My Hero

Why do I call my mother my hero? Well for one thing she was the only parental figure I ever had. My dad was rarely involved and that was one of the reasons I was deeply involved in the caring of my two children as an adult! I watched and learned parental skills from my mother.

But back to my mother! I remember as a child waking up at night and my mother would be sewing! Actually if she was not taking care of us, she was sewing. You see my mother sewed by hand tablecloths! I am a proud owner of the last two she did! That was her passion but arthritis took that way long ago!

When my dad made it difficult to be with, my mother took 3 children to the US! We were ages 5, 9 12! I was the middle child. My mother took pride in her children so presentation was very important to her. She spent months teaching us how to eat properly like wealthy people for we were staying in a hotel in Lisbon and she wanted her children to look the part though financially we were poor.My mother was and is elegant, proper and beautiful! Presentation was very important to her, so her children had to live to a standard she created!

My mother always made sure she explained why we had what we had and why we did not. My mother filled in with love what we lacked in material things.My mother took a dollar and made two! My mother taught us to always pay cash for you're stuff (something I did not follow until now). My mother worked 3 jobs when we arrived in America so we could live interdependent and not be a burden on others or the government!

My mother was not perfect, but that is what made her special!As a child I saw many things that my mother did or did not do! Being an analytical child, I knew in time I would understand! My mother made mistakes she wishes she could change, but that is being human. Even at the worse of times, I never thought my mother never loved me. That was instilled in me as a child!

I was the middle child, so I did not take the punishment for when things went wrong, that went to my sister. My brother could do nothing wrong since he was her baby then and still today! I was the one that fell between the two, the emotional one, the special one as she says, the one she spend many nights not sleeping worrying about! You see my mother always new, but never did we speak about it until I was 40.

When I thought about writing about my mother, I knew I would have tears flowing, not for what may happen today but for what has happened during the last 53 years! The privilege of having a loving, caring, wonderful joyful mother that forever lives within me!

Dr Q
"everyday is mothers day"